The little puppet rose from the box.
Midnight it was and he saw no one to coax.
He moved a few steps falling up and down.
Something stopped him, he looked behind and cowed.
His threads were jumbled with that of his onscreen wife.
What should he do, should he let her know his strife?
His dilemma penetrated but he didn’t let it overtake.
He cut off the harness and crawled towards the gate.
Streets were empty and dull but roads had some glow.
He covered himself with a sack from rag and started moving
slow.
The new world was already not very soothing
He didn’t want to move ahead but idea of going back was also
muting.
He tired not to stop and the sun was out in open
Challenging his stamina and promising a prize coupon.
He drew the motivation and started waking faster.
Past the houses’ porch and past the hanging paster.
He crossed the pavement and crossed the foot-over bridge.
He chased his destiny till the river without any glitch.
He looked at the opposite bank and saw a tree of palm.
The monotony broke and he stood straight and calm.
The beauty was as mesmerising as the divine powers.
The scenery kept him spellbound for hours and hours.
His journey was complete but he missed his rooted churn.
He showed destiny his back and took an about turn.
He entered the gate through which he left.
Took those few steps again and retied the harness set.
The journey back home was easier than his last run.
He felt more fulfilled and was in the box without any
concern.
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